Episode 61
By: Eunice Nwodu Ifunanya
…..Rissa’s pov……..
Mykel just stood still listening to the man speak. He really didn’t say a word till he was done and walked away.
Immediately he left, Mykel took my hand and started leading me out of the cinema.
He looked a bit tensed up and just wanted to get out of the premises.
We got to his car and entered quickly. I was still struggling with my seatbelt when he started the car and zoomed off.
“Is everything alright?” I asked staring at him.
“Yes…let’s just get home first and do something fun, okay?” He asked and placed a quick kss on my cheek.
I chuckled and leaned back on the car.
He’s keeping a lot from me, I could feel It right from when he showed up at the auditorium yesterday for my graduation.
He just won’t say It unless I bugged him.
“Who’s Mr Frosh?” I asked after a short silence and he glanced at me.
“What makes you think I know who he is??” He questioned squinting his eyelids and I gulped.
“I heard it from that man. I think my dad knows him as well” I replied as my lips perked up.
He didn’t say anything else till we got ‘home’.
The whole place was lit and it turned out dinner has been set up at the balcony with flowers, petal and soft music.
I was starting to see softhearted Mykel again as he held my hand through out our trip to the balcony. He handled me so gently and with so much love and care…
I knew he was in there somewhere.
We settled down at the table for two and started eating the best Korean dish an outsider would ever eat. He didn’t have much of an appetite so we shared mine. He also took the liberty to feed me.
“So, Rissa. Can you turn on the gas cooker now?” He asked smirking and I chuckled.
“Of course, Grandma taught me everything I should know…” I remarked exuberantly.
“That’s my queen. Let’s get married” He said and winked at me..
I laughed for a short while.
“Give me a break! I can’t possibly give birth at this age” I argued.
“Who said anything about giving birth?? We can just be without a child until you’re ready” He replied licking his lower lip.
“You can’t be serious, Mykel. I’m extremely tired. Let’s go and freshen up before going to bed” I stressed getting up from the chair.
He followed suit immediately.
“Yes, ma’am” He cooed and wrapped his two hands around my waist from behind.
We went in and headed to his bedroom where I’ll be spending the night right next to him.
I hope I remember to call grandma before going to bed. She has to know what I’m up to every hour – that’s the condition attached.
I tip toed to the dressing table and sat on it waiting for him to come close since he was taking slow steps.
He kssed me viciously and held me possessively. Just his touch passed a simple message: ‘I own every part of you now’.
I, on the other hand had no objection. I own Mykel as well. He’s mine so no other lady should have her way around him.
“Mykel…what do you really do?” I asked after observing him for a long time.
He froze and took his eyes from my lips to my eyes. He should just be honest…
“What do you mean?” He asked closing up gradually. I wrapped my two hands around his neck so he wouldn’t look elsewhere or prevaricate. He needs to be real this time.
“I’m not stupid. You’re not a model either. What do you really do? And how are you connected to Mr Frosh??” I interrogated scrutinizing over what I needed to hear as well.
“You’re right. I’m not a model though I had lots of opportunities to be one. I’m sorry I lied, Rissa—”
“I already told you I understand. Just answer the two questions, Mykel. You have to come clean…” I interrupted him and he sighed, brushing his hands iver his face.
Why’s it so hard for him to say??…
“I work for Mr Frosh” He professed and I felt relieved. This is good. No more lies.
“As what? What do you do for him?” I asked curiously and he clicked his tongue.
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